Whisky, parole & una pala. Poesie per cuori in fiamme I

R.H. Sin's poems feel deeply personal and vulnerable. I'm curious what experiences or emotions he drew from to craft such an authentic voice.

Some pieces felt like a release of pain, while others offered hope. I'm wondering if others found the same comfort or connection in these words.

The collection's flow seems intentional—do you think the order of poems adds to the emotional journey or was it more spontaneous?